cgraven
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Batard loved the dual aspects of this gorgeous young coed’s nature. On one hand Reagan was a very in charge young lady, very capable, and a take charge individual. On the other hand, this stunning young beauty had darker, more basic needs. The need to be released from being in charge, to be dominated, to be allowed to just enjoy with no responsibility for what happened.
He could see the struggle in the young girl’s eyes as she struggled to understand those conflicting needs. Why she seemed to be so drawn to Batard, yet at the end of the day, he was still her professor, and while the risk of it all made her wet just thinking about it, she couldn’t push the possible consequences away. As Regan drew her legs up onto the couch she admitted, “I don’t know. I don’t know all that… stuff. I know that I like how you make me feel,”
Regan crawled onto the lap of the professor. She carefully straddled him with a slight grind against his crotch. “I don’t know if I want… formalities or titles or anything solid like that.”
Batard smiled up into her smoldering eyes. “Formalities or titles are just words Reagan and they are only an out ward sign of what you feel, of what you want, what you desire. His lips brushed hers in a darkly sensual kiss.
Then Reagan brushed her lips up his jawline, then began to kiss down his neck. “I just know I love being your little secret. I want you to think of me when you have a rough day, sneak over, and take your frustration out by fucking me.”
I would love having you as my Little Secret and take my frustration out by fucking you and giving that firm little ass of yours a hard spanking.”
“Now show me what a good and pleasing girl you are Reagan.” Then almost as an after thought Batard added “And if you are very pleasing Reagan perhaps I shall give you a nice erotic spanking.
He could see the struggle in the young girl’s eyes as she struggled to understand those conflicting needs. Why she seemed to be so drawn to Batard, yet at the end of the day, he was still her professor, and while the risk of it all made her wet just thinking about it, she couldn’t push the possible consequences away. As Regan drew her legs up onto the couch she admitted, “I don’t know. I don’t know all that… stuff. I know that I like how you make me feel,”
Regan crawled onto the lap of the professor. She carefully straddled him with a slight grind against his crotch. “I don’t know if I want… formalities or titles or anything solid like that.”
Batard smiled up into her smoldering eyes. “Formalities or titles are just words Reagan and they are only an out ward sign of what you feel, of what you want, what you desire. His lips brushed hers in a darkly sensual kiss.
Then Reagan brushed her lips up his jawline, then began to kiss down his neck. “I just know I love being your little secret. I want you to think of me when you have a rough day, sneak over, and take your frustration out by fucking me.”
I would love having you as my Little Secret and take my frustration out by fucking you and giving that firm little ass of yours a hard spanking.”
“Now show me what a good and pleasing girl you are Reagan.” Then almost as an after thought Batard added “And if you are very pleasing Reagan perhaps I shall give you a nice erotic spanking.